“Cut it out, Dawn!” I slap at whatever body part of hers is burrowing under the cup of my bikini top.It's not the first time she's gotten handsy. ...Last week while we browsed the swimsuit racks at Reny's, she pinched my butt during a discussion of sizes. I goosed her back, earning a stern harrumph from one of the cashiers, and forgot about it ten minutes later. But now?Not even Marc had been so bold. On an unseasonably warm April evening, as we sat face-fused and necking on his Chevy's leather. I just nodded, stunned that Grammy had used the word fuck!Then she looked down at the bulge in my shorts and pulled up my shirt and slid her hand inside the waistband of my shorts and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She really did not stroke it, just held me as I made small thrusting motions with my hips into her fist. At first it hurt a little, but after a couple of thrusts, her fingers and hands became slick with all of the stuff leaking out of my little pecker.Grammy closed her eyes and. She took her jacket off and re adjusted her bra infront of me , she caught me looking and paused and nervous laugh .I went out to get more wine and I could hear a lot of movement in the sitting room . I could hear her open her bag , stand up sit down lie down . Something that sounded like elastic but that was it . I went in and she looked the same but she looked hyper . I sat down and she started kissing me and sat on my lap as we kissed . She was really getting into it , ( for a fat girl she. But I’d baked up several pans of blueberry muffins and then made the mistake of passing by a mirror—and suddenly I knew I wouldn’t be eating these muffins and was trying to think of who would appreciate fresh muffins for their breakfast. That’s how I found myself driving around the harbor from Fiddler’s Cove to the old town. They hadn’t seen me through the heavy foliage between the porch and the street, and I withdrew—in shock and despair—as soon as I simultaneously heard and saw them—both.